Not had enough good content today? Well feast your mindgrapes on this excellent piece from JaxRaysGirl, moved to the front page by popular demand.
Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, or a mom, or just because I inherited my dad’s propensity to cry at emotional moments, but last night was amazing.
I let my 6 year old son, who is a big Rays fan, and who hates the Red Sox and Yankees already, stay up to watch the game until 9:00 (an hour past his bedtime). In his Rays pajamas, he walked past the TV on his way to his room, lifted his index finger and traced the 0 that was the Rays’ current score, and said, "Good luck." The cable went out shortly after and forced me to keep up with the game on GameCast Mobile. I felt myself getting depressed, but I never felt the season was over. After all, how many times have the Rays turned it on in the 7-8th innings?
When we started getting walks and then Sean Rodriguez got hit by the pitch, I started getting excited. Could we score a few? Then we started scoring. When Longoria hit the 3 run homer, I jumped off the couch and cheered. 7-6? That’s doable. We’re back in this. Then we held them in the top of the 9th. Not bad.
I was surprised when Dan Johnson walked to the plate with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th. Surprised, but I believed. This month has been all about magic and unicorns, and nothing is more magical than the Safety Dancing Great Pumpkin.
Then he did it. He tied the game.
The joy and unbridled enthusiasm in the dugout was amazing to watch. A tie game. The extra innings were nail biters (but I had just gotten my nails done earlier, so I couldn’t even bite them). I kept flipping back and forth between ESPN and SunSports. The O’s got themselves out of a jam, but they still had put points on the board. Then, it happened. They tied it up. Then, with a well placed shot off of Papsmear, they won. I watched the O’s celebrate as if they had gotten the Wild Card (in a way, they did). Then Evan Longoria hit the game winner. BA talking about how we needed him right here and BAM! Staats elation and call of that hit was amazing to listen to, and then I got the image I will remember forever: Evan Longoria running toward first base, sees the ball disappear, and lifts his arms over his head in victory.
If you freeze the shot, you’ll see it. If you blink, you might miss it. But in that moment, he was the little boy, back in little league, playing for the love of the game. That face brought the tears to my eyes, because I have one of those little boys. And then this morning, when the first words from my son’s mouth, as he awakened from his night of peaceful slumber, were "Did we win?" I responded by telling him the best wake-up story ever.
Forgive me for being a girl.